Sunday, August 14, 2016

Gun Shy by Sabrina York (Hell Yeah! Kindle World)

Gun Shy by Sabrina York

Returning to his hometown to sell his hated father’s ranch,
the last thing Andrew Grant expects to find on his first day in town is a
reason to stay. But there she is, Melissa Divine. The girl he loved all those
years ago.

But Melissa has changed since those innocent days. She’s
just escaped from a hellish marriage and wants nothing to do with any man.
Especially not this big, burly alpha biker who reminds her of her ex.

Can this former SEAL change her mind before his time runs
out?

READ AN EXCERPT!

It was the grin that did her in. Warm, gentle,
understanding.

It was that grin that washed away her reluctance.

He was the man she chose. He was the man her heart and soul
told her she wanted.

Could she be wrong?

Absolutely.

There was that risk in every decision in every day of
living.

There was no shame in the fear.

Running from it was the weakness.

She did not run.

She took a step toward him. And another. She went up on her
tiptoes, cupped his nape in her trembling hand, and she kissed him.

His lips were mobile beneath hers and warm, but he made no
other move. She had to take his hand and set it on her hip before he touched
her. But once she had issued that subtle invitation, he didn’t require more.

He turned her around and braced her against the kitchen
counter and deepened the kiss, sending glory and delight through her body. She
reveled in the sensation of his mouth trailing hotly over her cheek and down to
the crook of her neck, where he nibbled at the sensitive skin there.

Ribbons of pleasure skittered over her nerves and she
pressed against him, trying desperately to get closer. His scent surrounded
her, filling her nostrils, dizzying her mind. Filling her with an irresistible
urge to taste him as well.

Madly, voraciously, they ate at each other, licking,
lapping, nipping all exposed skin and then, in a frenetic rush, exposing more.
In her frenzy, she popped the buttons off his shirt. They skittered all over
the floor, but neither of them noticed or cared. They also ignored the dogs’
amusement with the new toys.

As buttons and toenails clattered on the linoleum, Andrew
murmured something unintelligible and walked her backwards into the room off
the kitchen.

Thank God the room was off the kitchen.

She didn’t think she had the wherewithal to make it up the
stairs.

Her body was afire, liquid and languid—as though an angry
volcano bubbled at her core.

Andrew seemed equally shaken. His hands shook as he removed
her blouse. His eyes were wide, red-rimmed, as he stared at her breasts, cupped
in nothing but lace.

“God,” he sighed. “God.” Then he whipped around and kicked
the door closed with his boot.

She laughed. “Why did you do that?”

“The dogs sleep with me sometimes. At the moment I’d prefer
they not join us.”

Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and
USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy
readers. Her titles range from
sweet & snarky to scorching romance.
Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com
to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bj8tKb.